A burst of flame took the points off of the jagged shards she rained around him, but the sudden weight on his back sent off all kinds of warnings. It wasn't enough to send him plummeting like a stone, but even falling at a feather's rate was unacceptable. Especially when it opened him up to the idiotic plans they were shouting at each other.

"Amateurs!" His voice was muffled, but clearly understandable. "Should've just taken the advantage from the start!"

He couldn't outrun them like this. Not with this much weight on him. But in the null-tech zone, without those flight rings of theirs... Laughing, he blew the connection between him and his anti-grav wings, sending him spiraling up into the air, then an explosion of flame carried him across the street, through a window, and into the dead area. The flame gun was now dead weight, he ditched it. He'd have to build another. For now, though, his best bet was to make it through the building, lose himself in the rubble and wreckage surrounding them, and come out after they'd given up looking.